His Sister's Fiancé, My Forbidden Protector

ney. It was a scent composed of freshly

too short, the polo shirt too tight. She wore thick-rimme

nager barked, shoving a heavy silver platter

s cool. Every step sent a jolt of pain up her leg. Her ankle, twisted on the terrace and agg

them imm

st more than her car. He was laughing loudly, hold

olf cart, looking utter

s. On him, it looked like the uniform of a god. He was sm

doned his game. "Harrison! Harry! Look

hink you slice to the righ

breath. She walked

n?" she asked, pitch

her face. He reached for a

e pretended to trip

tes of sticky, expensive

ance. Onto

is pristine white shoes an

med. "Look what you did!

he commotion, her glasse

ruined shoes. Then he looked at Scarlett. His eyes widen

Harrison said quietly, cu

n purpose! She'

ed down at Scarlett. "You have terrible aim. If you

im," Scarlett mutte

ruined my concentration, you can make it up to me." He pointed to his golf

"Harry, you can't be ser

He looked at Scarlett, a challenge in h

e screamed in protest just standing there. But thi

ndle it,"

weighed a ton. She gritted her teeth agai

The uneven terrain was a nightmare for her swollen ankle. She was lim

r face, tight with pain. He didn't offer to help. He didn't slow

, he called her

the club. He st

ping," he s

m f

rn. It's an an

survival

dark behind the shades. Then he

wa

e sky. It landed on the green and rolled, trackin

houted, clapping polit

on murmured, handing the club b

under rumbled in the distance. A

the marshal shouted.

s gear and ran f

as swaying slightly, the weight of

er room," he ordered.

hy

e. He's slow, but he's not comatose. He

handl

u can barely stand. Go. My driver wi